In a heap of old leaves and mulch
and rotting scent of old soil
her red hair trails along the ground
dried spring daylilies in a garden past season.
Her mottled white hand pokes up among the mushrooms.
Somewhere you can see the faded blue
of an old hippie skirt. Words scurry away
when you poke the leaves, from eating the remains
of decomposed chrysanthemums.
YOU ARE READING
Excavations
PoetryOld poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024. Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...